No autograph copy of this poem survives; the text given here follows Mabel Loomis
Todd's transcript of the poem. In Todd's transcript the first stanza of the poem
appears at the bottom of the page; the stanza is circled, and an arrow extending
from the bracketed text to the top of the page indicates its proper position. For
a related fragment, see A 295 (about 1874 [RWF],
last decade [THJ]).

< a295a.txt.1; poem >
No man saw awe, nor to his houseAdmitted he a
manThough
of by
his awful residence
Has human
nature been.
Not deeming of
his dread abode
Till laboring to fleeA grasp on comprehension laidDetained
vitality.
Returning is a different routeThe Spirit could not
showFor breathing is the only workTo be enacted now.
"Am not consumed," old Moses wrote,"Yet saw Him face to
face -"The very physiognomyI am convinced was this